Also the magical little place called Old San Juan with all the colorful houses, late night sitting at a local bar, a walk by the ocean.
A spontaneous drive to Upstate New York just for a hike in the snow.
Those fractions of memory just come and go and seem to good to be true.
The last couple months taught me much about joy, pain, heartbreak, regret, honesty and vulnerability. I cried much, but also laughed often.
As spring is coming around NYC yet again, I am thankful and excited for all the little adventures to come.